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The Mudbloods Daughter II: The Kings are Back!
The Hallows Tomb was a sacred book, kept hidden in the deepest, most protected of places. Underneath the Hallows Mansion, deep into the earth, was the darkened chamber, that contained the old book, the original, that held the secrets of their magic, written by the first female Head of the Family, Sarina Hallows. The women herself, had in fact been a squib. She had no magic, but the children born to her did. Their magic was strong, and their magic was pure.
The way to get to chamber was hidden from the entire family, a secret only the Head of the Family could know, and if Charissa was correct, which Cissady now knew, because Charissa couldn't control the bond between them. It would explain the attack on Hallows Mansion, why Cissady wanted her she died, then Cissady would instantly become Head of the Family, which means she would be able to get the entrance to the Chamber open, and take the book of the Mansion Grounds.
Charissa walked down the stone stairs towards the chamber, blood dripping from the palm of her hand, and a wooden torch in the other, her wand safely tucked into her sleeve. Her expression was set, and determined, as she arrived at the heavy marble wall with intricate carvings etched into the stone, and a small dish sticking out the centre of it. Holding up her hand, she clenched her fist, wincing at the pain as she pressed into the cut on her palm, watching the thick red blood dribble into the dish.
She dropped her hand back to her side, when she started to feel slightly faint, and stepped back, as the carvings on the wall began to morph, and change, slipping and sliding against one another, until she was looking through a marble archway, into a room made of rock and earth. Flowers were across the ground, each one glowing white, and a stream ran in a circle around the white island in the centre, was the grave of the first Hallows witch. Held in the skeletons hands, across the cracked ribs, and dust and dress, was the Hallows Tomb, it's pages turning as if being read by someone invisible, and words appearing across the page as if by magic in a flurry of golden lines.
Charissa couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the pure magic that ran through the room, by the sight of the bones of her ancestor, and more importantly, by the sight of the Hallows Tomb. She had seen the copy of it, many times, but this one, the original, it was magic, completely. She walked across the stone bridge over the stream, dropping the torch outside the room, and the archway morphing back into a wall.
Swallowing, she looked at the wall, before looking back to the open casket, and walking towards it. Truth be told, in all her thirty five years of live, the only other time she had been down here was on her seventeenth birthday. Right after her grandmother had died. "I'm sorry, Sarina. But I have to move the book," she whispered, before she peeled the three hundred years old bones from the Tomb, and lifted it, snapping it shut.
The effect on the room was instant. All the flowers slowly shrivelled, and vanished. The clear stream began to turn murky brown, as the dirt from the walls fell into it, and the entire rooms went pitch black, causing Charissa to be blinded by darkness. Charissa gasped, clutching the book to her chest, as a wispy, pale form began to appear in front of her, glowing, and then to glowing white eyes opened in the white fog, gathering it all together to form a ghostly figure, glaring at Charissa.
"Who are you?" Charissa asked, fear coursing through her veins, and the ghost scowled at her.
"I am Sarina Hallows. Who, may I ask, are you. And WHY are you stealing the Hallows Tomb?" she said eerily, her voice echoing through the chamber and Charissa gulped. She was in so much trouble.
Scorpius watched his sister, as she danced around the living room, music blasting from the speakers that were in the corners of the room, eating his salt and vinegar crisps. NARCY! he suddenly yelled in his head, and she shrieked, dropping to the floor covering her ears, while he started laughing. Narca-Jane glowered at him.
"That was EVIL, Scorpy," she hissed, as she turned of the stereo, and Scorpius just grinned cheekily, before running away and out onto the patio. Narca-Jane smiled, and chased after him. She caught him quickly, scooping him up in her arms as he screamed, his crisps falling out their packet and onto the patio. She held him upside down by his ankles, and he hit at her, causing her to laugh. "Apologise!" she ordered, a grin on her face, and Scorpius crossed his arms, a stubborn look on his face.
"No," he stated, and she took a step towards the railing. I know what you're doing, Narcy. You won't get me to give up! his thoughts filled her head, and she replied with a simple we will see, won't we. She was away to take another step towards the railing, when she heard and outraged yell from behind her, and spun to see her father looking at her furiously. Chuckling nervously, she put Scoprius back on the ground, and looked at her father guiltily.
"Just what where you doing Narca-Jane? What if you had dropped him?" he spat at her, and Narca-Jane winced at his angry tone. Scorpius looked from Narca-Jane to his dad.
"We were just playing, dad," Narca-Jane told him, and Draco looked at her as if she was crazy. Narca-Jane felt a rush of shame brush over her, and Scorpius held her hand, not taking his eyes of his dad.
"You were going to throw him over the patio railing, how is that playing?" he asked, and Narca-Jane swallowed. Scorpius looked at his father madly, before dropping his hand from Narca-Jane's after giving it a tight squeeze.
"We were just playing, daddy. Narcy wasn't really going to put me over the edge," he said, and Narca-Jane grinned at him. Scorpius grinned back, before he looked at Draco, who still looked mad.
"Scorpius, will you please go to your room. Now," Draco ordered, and Scorpius quickly ran as fast as his four year old legs could carry him into the house, while Draco closed the door, looking at Narca-Jane seriously. Narca-Jane suddenly realised that her fathers anger was about more than just her playing roughly with Scorpius, and looked at her father worried. "Sit down, Narca-Jane," he commanded, and Narca-Jane, feeling a little like a nine year old in trouble, sat down nervously.
"Dad... what's going on?" she asked, and Draco pulled something out his back pocket, before putting it on the table. Narca-Jane's eyes widened, when she saw what it was. Teddy's boxers... the pink ones with the ducks that he had left a couple weeks ago because Narca-Jane had wanted to keep them. Narca-Jane looked from the boxers, to her father, fear evident in her eyes. "Er... I can explain?"
"I hope to god you can, because Narca-Jane, right now I am suspecting the worst," Draco replied, and Narca-Jane looked at him, before sighing and looking at her hands.
"They are Teddy's," she whispered, and Draco's lips became even thinner, as his form went rigid and tense. Narca-Jane sighed. "I'm sorry, dad... but... Teddy and I, well we are back together again..." she told him, and Draco crossed his arms, saying 'really' in a very condemning tone. Narca-Jane looked at him, worried. "Dad, I know you don't like Teddy, and you probably don't trust him, but I'm a big girl and I can look after myself. Besides, Teddy would never hurt me."
"Doesn't Teddy go out with Victorie?" Draco more stated then asked, and Narca-Jane frowned, looking away from him.
"He's breaking up with her," she said, her voice quiet, and sad, causing Draco to become confused.
"Why is that upsetting you?" he asked, sitting opposite her, and Narca-Jane bit her lip, to stop it trembling.
"Because... Uncle Bill is going to really hate me, cause Teddy broke up with his girlfriend because of me, and I don't want that, even if I hate his wife and daughters," she sniffed, and Draco looked at his daughter, before hugging her.
"Sweetie... your Uncle Bill already hates you," he said, and Narca-Jane laughed, hugging him before Draco turned serious again. "But the next time you have Teddy over, I want to have serious words with him. No more secret liasons, you hear me? Or I'll have to ground you for a month," he said, and her eyes widened in mock horror. Draco kissed her forehead, before standing. "And also, if I find any more of that boys underwear lying around, I swear to Holy Mary I will kill him."
"Yes Daddy," Narca-Jane said, pocketing the boxers, and Draco ruffled her hair, something he hadn't done in a while.
"I love you, kiddo," he said, and Narca-Jane grinned.
"I love you too, dad."